Cold anger settled over her, calming her initial reaction of shock. The cheerful blue couch had been turned over and ripped open. Its springs and yellow foam were poking out through the jagged gashes in the material. The dresser drawers were scattered across the floor with the main cabinet lying ...
Please let it work. He’s a good person. In the short time she’d known him, he’d saved her on more than one occasion. After a moment, he opened his eyes. “Nothing’s happening.” “You need to get angry.” She told him. &nbs...